Trusting Sydney (The Temptation Saga 6)

“Oh, God.” He closed his eyes.

She continued, and his hips began thrusting upward in time with her oral strokes. Soon the pulses began low on his shaft, and when his fluid shot into her mouth, she took him, relishing the creamy texture, the salty flavor.

“That was amazing,” he said when she lay back down beside him.

Happiness flowed through her. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

He smiled. “I’d be happy to return the favor.”

“I’d love it. But I’m famished.”

“You want to get room service?”

“They don’t have room service here,” she said. “We can run up to Rena’s and get some coffee and scones or something.”

“Hmmm.” He rolled over and gazed at her. “Don’t really feel like leaving this bed anytime soon.”

She laughed. “Neither do I. I think I have some granola bars in my bag. I can make the little pot of coffee too.”

He grinned. “Sounds perfect.”

After a quick breakfast, he made good on his promise to return the favor and brought her to orgasm twice. Then he thrust into her until they both came so hard, Sydney thought they’d created a sonic boom.

God, sex is good.

No. Sex with Sam is good.

Not that she’d know much difference. A high school classmate had taken her virginity in a clumsy coupling. That was the extent of her experience, save for Sam. Didn’t much matter anyway. She couldn’t have Sam forever, and she’d never want anyone else.

Now they lay together, their arms and legs intertwined, kissing each other sweetly and softly. If she continued kissing him for the next fifty years, she’d never get enough of those soft full lips. They licked each other, made love with their mouths.

A knock on the door startled her. She jerked beneath Sam.

He raised his head. “You want me to get that?”

She shook her head, “No, I’ll take care of it.” It was probably her mother or father. She couldn’t let them find her here with Sam. How would that look?

Course she was over eighteen. Wasn’t really their business. But still, they were her parents. They didn’t need to see their daughter enjoying the afterglow of incredible sex.

She rose and retrieved her robe from the bathroom. Before she opened the door, she threw Sam his jeans. “Better put these on.”

“Okay.” He took the jeans. picked up his

shirt, and traipsed to the bathroom.

The knocking pounded again. “I’m coming.”

When she opened the door, her heart nearly stopped when she saw the familiar face.

“What are you doing here?”

Chapter Four

Rodney Kyle stood before her, clad in a navy blue business suit. His blond hair was cut above his ears, and his blue gaze penetrated her.

“I missed you.”

Her nerves skittered across her skin. Now what? Sam is in my bathroom, for God’s sake. At least he was getting dressed. What time was it? She had no idea. Dawn had already broken when she awoke.